"Here's your comfort zone," Hannah's new editor told her on last night's Girls, (urging her to step outside.) "This is where the magic happens."

This was a magical little episode for so many reasons, but mostly because Hannah overcomes her "weird nasal passages" and does a bunch of cocaine with her ex-turned-roommate Elijah (Andrew Rannells.) This leads to sweaty, manic dancing, questionable wardrobe decisions, and some real talk in the 24-hour pharmacy ("When did you eat jerky?").

This isn't the first time Girls has introduced us to Hannah's brain on drugs—she drank that opium tea in the pilot episode—but it's a nice reminder of how funny things can be when her neuroses are chemically enhanced.

Hannah's interaction with Laird, the turtle-owning maybe-junkie who hangs out by the mailboxes, begins with a breezy conversation about the intimidating task of naming Wi-Fi networks. This is really a thing. A friend of mine strongly considered moving out of his massive two-bedroom apartment because a neighbor had a Wi-Fi
named "The Fart Den" and he didn't like people assuming it was his. I'm new to my apartment building and don't know my neighbors, but if I ever meet Wu-Tang LAN, I'm going to buy that guy a drink because he sounds fun.

If I hadn't seen Elijah pick Hannah's outfit, I would have assumed it was something she put together after the drugs kicked in. Apparently, it's called "power clashing," and if this is really a thing (ladies, is this really a thing?), then I was the most fashion-forward 4th grader in the history of Williams Memorial Middle School. I wonder if it's too late to request that a note be added to the yearbook?

Was this a great weekend for Jorma Taccone fans, or what? First, The Lonely Island returned to Saturday Night Live to redefine "YOLO" for the ridiculously fearful ("And wear titanium suits in case pianos fall on ya, and never go to saunas 'cause they're crawlin' with piranhas"), and then Taccone's hilarious, irrationally confident Booth Jonathan returned to Girls to finish what he started last season with Maddie, erm, Marnie.

The infamous line that Booth hooked Marnie with, for those who don't remember: "The first time I f*** you, I might scare you a little, because I'm a man, and I know how to do things." Well, I don't know about Marnie, but it scared the hell out of me. (It also creeped out Taccone, he confessed to Cosmopolitan.)

First, he locks her in his "Barely Breathing"-blaring art installation/torture chamber and does some household chores—makes a cappuccino, checks his email (I heard "You've got mail!" Does Booth Jonathan seriously still have America Online?), hammers nails into teddy bears—before making her describe the feelings of a Victorian doll while he humps away. Marnie collapses in a fit of laughter, which is not what most guys want to hear in this situation, but Booth Jonathan is not "most guys," and seems pretty unfazed.

Hannah's night of personal discovery, of course, devolves into a train wreck of mesh tank tops, crying Laird, and Elijah's coke-fueled admission that he and Marnie had sex at the karaoke party. With Hannah's night, article, and relationship with hard drugs ruined, she informs Elijah he's moving out. I like to think at this point Elijah probably requested a few minutes in Booth's Duncan Sheik Cell of Hell, just to atone.
I know I would have, or at least gone home and forced myself to listen to Vertical Horizon's "Everything You Want" on repeat.

And poor Hannah is going to feel pretty awkward when she realizes what she's done with Laird. If only she'd stayed home and watched Saturday Night Live, she would know that magic doesn't always happen when you leave you comfort zone. YOLO? It really means You Oughta Look Out.